Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1887-01-30

worship the ground you walk on. Oh!
tell him, men, tnat | nursed him in his
| illness. | stayed at his bedside day and
night. | only ted when he was bet er
and would know me. | knew he loathed
me, but he had mercy on me when |
was forsaken. Tell him, Tom, tell him, you
men, how crazy | was when they told
me you had caught the smallpox.
They tied me tor fear l would Kill my
/ self"
| Hush! hushi poor woman" said
Mart gently. II pity you. was cruel
and wrong. Now let me go. See this
fair young girl; you would not keep
her herep See, she is half faintin2 with
/ terror"
Mart" went on the miserable woman,
half delirious, "you wrote me you were to
marry her, her that knew was one
OF our kind, the most heartless, the wick
/ eldest of all. You give your dear young
life to her. your honor,your name ;she that
isas light IA the thistle down blown by
/ every wind
| Mart tried to force her OF: ''You lie
l never wrote TO you. Are you mad,
/ woman"
what does she mean when she calls
! you Mart and saws you wrote her?' said
! Nelly drawing Oft from the boy and look
! ing at the prostraie woman with mali
string snapped; The hand that struck that
! chord broke ali resOiutiOns-the mystery
of years.
"Nelly. Nelly" said Mart, piteously,
! "cOme away out of the crowd. | don't
! know, oh, | don't know what it means.
Will swear this woman has not written
! to me-"
| Don't perjure yourself" said Rose
/ Martin quickly. She gut up ANA began
| tumbling IN her satchel that she'd on the
| tioar beside her. "Isn't that your letter
and that, aud tbat?" Win steady hand
she held the papers TO the lad.
They are NINE" he said, trembling
'but my mother would not send such a
messenger AZ you to me-"
"Such an awful woman, Martp says
| Nelly, shocked like.
"YOu stole those letters, said Mart, tell
mo how you got them?
"Oh, God that must" muttered Rose,
| hesItsting.
Yes, tell him." SAID that mocking
devn.
81 will" cried Rose Martin, "and you,
! Nelly Flv, have drove me to it. You, low
as me, Haunting IN my face that you've
won the dearesi thing On earth TO me, the
| only being ! ever loved IN my miserable
sinful life. on, wait, Mart, don't glare at
me. Listen patient, I'll speak SO fast
| Years ago--out West-a young man came
! with bis'brlde. Il good girl, Oh, a good vi
then, Mart. as plenty will tell you where
! they come from, aud they went to a camp
here in Colorado. In time baby was
born; the mRn died; his wife was poor
and beautiful; starving, Mart. Nou don't
know what hunger means, the awtuI,
gnawng agony She was beautiful
| homely women are not tempted SO.
! ca u, can't say it-she went to the bad
! When the boy was 3 years % It she saw the
| life would ruin him and she sent HIM 80 "a
Kind old aunt IN Maine, VINO never knew
the truth and VINO died believing her niece
to be good woman. There the lad was
! brought up, pure and noble, like the
| knights IN the books
She stopped, clutched her torn shawl to
hide her rags, looking at him so piteously
"a never to be forgotten face, He was
| white and horror stricken and even
the woman who had deceived him was
| silent.
The mother went from bad to worse,
liquor, Mart, always that, and then she
saw her son-saw what true honest gen
tleman he was. Oh, how she suffered /;
she who was not worthy to kiss his feet.
She kept her secret till she found he was
blinded and deceived by an Adventures,
"A cold, calculating woman OF her own
| class, SO evil, so cruel, she would have
wrecked his young Lille as easily as she
would PICK and throw away q flower, and
| then"
And then, what2' said Mart, in a
hoarse, unnatural voice.
Then she determined her innocent boy
should be saved even # it broke his heart
| aud crushed his noble faith in the un-
known mother, his beautiful ideAl-the
| mother pure true man enShrines IN his
heart and makes lovely and noble
from the mobility OF his own soul.
Think what she suffered to SKATER that
Illusion"
"she sent" said Mart, eagerly, "oh,
tell me she sent YOU
''God pity you" moGned the miserable
woman. coYcring her face with her
trembling hands, "she did not send.
Oh, Mart, he noble, be forgiying; she
came herself. am your wretchod
moth J
s..a sws- ID and fell st bis feet. | went
to Go.-s tsr; there was a hush OF dee n IN
tue rOom, an audible sob now and then
! that WRs all.
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